Is it pretend? We stepped lightly up the stairs above Baker Street. No Sherlock Holmes and his irregulars today, but a nice meal above the hoi poloi struggling through the heat and humidity. A little seafood and a cold beer looking out on Atlanta on a Saturday afternoon. Quite nice.
Later, Cindy and I found our way to Virginia Highlands and Murphys where we enjoyed some nice salads and some seafood, again, since there seems to be no end to our enjoyment of seafood. Ask Cindy.
I've got to have some beef every once and awhile. But Cindy thinks she could subsist off of seafood indefinitely.
Tomorrow will be another day, but today I enjoyed a day with Cindy, both with her relatives and alone in the whirl that was Murphy's.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Cracker
A Forerunner will bounce down the old clay road
Spreading gravel across the lane
And there is little agriculture being practiced
As it once was when every little bend
In the road was covered with white lint
At the end of the Fall
Running past an old man and his woman
Tasting kaolin in the dusty way
Heading downwind toward the creek
And my daddy said you couldn't trust them,
We don't use those terms anymore,
Of course, I see them driving their slick cars
Down the highway, looking so damn smug
And I might not let the words trip,
Like my old pap might have, once upon a time,
But the words do haunt my mind
Not much different really:
No more yellow dog democrats
Or FDR on the ballot every four years
But this Republican votes like his daddy
And the faces and names seem the same
Just an absence of mules to crack a whip over
Like they used to in the day
And the hot August sun is still beating down
A flaming yellow ball in the sky,
Heat and humidity still laying heavy
And boy, I would love to hear that crack again.
Spreading gravel across the lane
And there is little agriculture being practiced
As it once was when every little bend
In the road was covered with white lint
At the end of the Fall
Running past an old man and his woman
Tasting kaolin in the dusty way
Heading downwind toward the creek
And my daddy said you couldn't trust them,
We don't use those terms anymore,
Of course, I see them driving their slick cars
Down the highway, looking so damn smug
And I might not let the words trip,
Like my old pap might have, once upon a time,
But the words do haunt my mind
Not much different really:
No more yellow dog democrats
Or FDR on the ballot every four years
But this Republican votes like his daddy
And the faces and names seem the same
Just an absence of mules to crack a whip over
Like they used to in the day
And the hot August sun is still beating down
A flaming yellow ball in the sky,
Heat and humidity still laying heavy
And boy, I would love to hear that crack again.
A trip to the ATL
Well, its shark week at the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta. Does that mean that we will have an appearance by the daughter unit? She seems to appreciate sharks over most other creatures on earth or in the sea. I guess that is the difference between a generation who had "Jaws" to think about and the following generation who has more to fear from clowns and dolls who turn into killers.
We will drive up to Atlanta and find a place to park which is close enough to the Aquarium to cut down on the walking in the sunshine and heat and humidity and the desire to bewail the fact that it gets rather hot in Georgia in July and August.
In October, we will remember this summer, but we won't feel the heat and humidity. Thank God for short memories.
We will drive up to Atlanta and find a place to park which is close enough to the Aquarium to cut down on the walking in the sunshine and heat and humidity and the desire to bewail the fact that it gets rather hot in Georgia in July and August.
In October, we will remember this summer, but we won't feel the heat and humidity. Thank God for short memories.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Summertime in Central Georgia
Thursday morning I woke up and showered and put on my grey seersucker suit and drove down to the jail in Monroe County. After my hearing, where everyone was cheerful, but hardly obliging, Afterward, I drove down to the courthouse, where I found that the Monroe County Commissioners decided to fund the renovation of the courthouse (unlike most of the other courthouses). However, when I went back to the jail to speak with my client, I found that there was a small barbecue restaurant nearby, which apparently had the approval of most of the law enforcement in Monroe County.
After a large barbecue sandwich, a generous portion of french fries, and a sweet tea, I decided to drive across country to Musella and Dickey's Peaches. As I drove, I noticed a few sauce stains on my shirt and one small stain on my seersucker pants. By the time I found myself in the little town of Musella, I was able to mount the stairs, grab myself a 1/2 peck basket of peaches, and walk over to the counter to pay for the peaches and a "small" cone of fresh peach ice cream.
On my way up 341 to Barnesville, I struggled to make sure that my outfit would escape deocration by two of God's great gifts to Central Georgia. By the time I got back to Griffin, I was able to plant the peaches on the kitchen table, walk the dog and change my shirt, at least, to get rid of some of the indicia of my hot, humid afternoon in the sweltering Southern Summertime.
Just call me Atticus, scout.
After a large barbecue sandwich, a generous portion of french fries, and a sweet tea, I decided to drive across country to Musella and Dickey's Peaches. As I drove, I noticed a few sauce stains on my shirt and one small stain on my seersucker pants. By the time I found myself in the little town of Musella, I was able to mount the stairs, grab myself a 1/2 peck basket of peaches, and walk over to the counter to pay for the peaches and a "small" cone of fresh peach ice cream.
On my way up 341 to Barnesville, I struggled to make sure that my outfit would escape deocration by two of God's great gifts to Central Georgia. By the time I got back to Griffin, I was able to plant the peaches on the kitchen table, walk the dog and change my shirt, at least, to get rid of some of the indicia of my hot, humid afternoon in the sweltering Southern Summertime.
Just call me Atticus, scout.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunsets gained and lost
I picked up Cindy and brought her home. She needed to get on her nebulizer and I wanted to go to choir for practice. Unfortunately, when she got on the couch at home, she smelled what she thought was gas and told me about it. So, I called Atlanta Gas Light and they told me to exit the house and wait until they sent a man to check for gas leaks, which meant we had to sit in the car with the airconditioning running, while we waited for the Atlanta Gas Light dude to show up, which he did and found nothing, so he started the water heater again and Cindy and I went back inside the house and made the decision to eat Buffalo wings for supper, which meant I headed to Buffalo's for wings and got placed in the middle of Trivia Night and wait for a large bag of wings and blue cheese sauce and assorted stuff and walked out into the parking lot and saw the most beautiful pink and gold sunset dying in the western sky and looked back over my shoulder at the people sitting on the deck at the back of the restaurant and thought it would have been nice to sit out on the deck with Cindy and sip on a cold beer, to feel the moisture beading on the outside of the bottle and watch the Western sky fade from blue to pink and gold to purple as the day died.
That would have been great but Cindy was sitting in the living room, playing card games on the computer and getting righteously indignant while watching the afternoon Fox news. So, I walked to my car across the hot asphalt of the parking lot and enjoyed the sunset alone and the airconditioning in the Toyota, as I drove back home.
Now, I am at home, stuffed from the wings and the cold beer and still wishing we had the opportunity to watch the sun die in the western sky together.
That would have been great but Cindy was sitting in the living room, playing card games on the computer and getting righteously indignant while watching the afternoon Fox news. So, I walked to my car across the hot asphalt of the parking lot and enjoyed the sunset alone and the airconditioning in the Toyota, as I drove back home.
Now, I am at home, stuffed from the wings and the cold beer and still wishing we had the opportunity to watch the sun die in the western sky together.
Summer fun
When I awoke this morning the skies were grey and looked like rain, even though the weather forecast didn't call for rain until later in the day. I had to get ready for court in the morning and I had to be available for a closing being held in Raleigh, North Carolina for a borrower who owns land in Macon. As it turned out I had to answer quite a few questions about the process of non-judicial foreclosures in Georgia before I could close that file.
Tomorrow I drive to Forsyth for a hearing and to do some research and talk to a prospective client, return to the office for a meeting with another client about a real estate agreement, then pick up Cindy and head back south to Macon for supper with Cindy's cousins and Aunt and Uncle. I actually thought we would see more of Cindy's cousins after they moved from Athens to Macon, and I suppose we saw more than we did when they were up north; however, this is actually only the third time we have visited and they have never been to our house.
I would like some recreation, but don't anticipate any anytime soon. We have a reservation to spend the weekend of the 6th at a cabin at FDR State Park. I am looking forward to that. With Callaway being next door and both Columbus and LaGrange being relatively nearby, it looks like it would be a fun place to spend a weekend. This will be our 27th Anniversary a week from Friday. That's a long time these days.
I have been talking with Ed and Cicely about visiting down in Florida. Seafood, beer, beaches and sun is my idea of a long weekend.
Later
Tomorrow I drive to Forsyth for a hearing and to do some research and talk to a prospective client, return to the office for a meeting with another client about a real estate agreement, then pick up Cindy and head back south to Macon for supper with Cindy's cousins and Aunt and Uncle. I actually thought we would see more of Cindy's cousins after they moved from Athens to Macon, and I suppose we saw more than we did when they were up north; however, this is actually only the third time we have visited and they have never been to our house.
I would like some recreation, but don't anticipate any anytime soon. We have a reservation to spend the weekend of the 6th at a cabin at FDR State Park. I am looking forward to that. With Callaway being next door and both Columbus and LaGrange being relatively nearby, it looks like it would be a fun place to spend a weekend. This will be our 27th Anniversary a week from Friday. That's a long time these days.
I have been talking with Ed and Cicely about visiting down in Florida. Seafood, beer, beaches and sun is my idea of a long weekend.
Later
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Rain, then no rain. Dammit.
Yesterday, I received my documents for my 6:00 closing and headed up 155 toward the cutoff to Locust Grove. It was raining pretty much all the way, but particularly so when I hit Bill Gardner Parkway. By the time I was driving down the main drag on 23/42, it was raining so hard I could hardly see the sign for Peeksville Road. By the time I got to the house of the borrowers it was pouring down and I was struggling with my umbrella while the borrowers were laughing at my struggles.
The closing didn't go down and I was headed South toward Macon and my last closing. It was pouring down rain in Macon, where I was, and I got wet again trying to get back to my car at 10:15 and the road back to Griffin and home.
The lights were on when I got home and Cindy was up waiting for me. My phone had run out of charge and I couldn't call Cindy to let her know I was on my way home. I had stopped at the Krystals at Riverside Drive for my supper (supper?) and was weak on my way home. The trucks were driving me crazy and it was still wet. I finally made it home and Cindy and I watched tv for awhile before we headed to the bedroom.
Our bed has a great mattress and a mattress pad which make it feel really good. It feels really good. It is so easy to fall asleep. I slept soundly until 7:30. That is a long time for me, even when I get to bed as late as I did last night. I am still tired.
By the way, it didn't rain at all in our neighborhood last night, even if it seemed like the rain was following me wherever I went. Apparently the pattern didn't continue up 75 to the Arthur K Bolton Boulevard.
The closing didn't go down and I was headed South toward Macon and my last closing. It was pouring down rain in Macon, where I was, and I got wet again trying to get back to my car at 10:15 and the road back to Griffin and home.
The lights were on when I got home and Cindy was up waiting for me. My phone had run out of charge and I couldn't call Cindy to let her know I was on my way home. I had stopped at the Krystals at Riverside Drive for my supper (supper?) and was weak on my way home. The trucks were driving me crazy and it was still wet. I finally made it home and Cindy and I watched tv for awhile before we headed to the bedroom.
Our bed has a great mattress and a mattress pad which make it feel really good. It feels really good. It is so easy to fall asleep. I slept soundly until 7:30. That is a long time for me, even when I get to bed as late as I did last night. I am still tired.
By the way, it didn't rain at all in our neighborhood last night, even if it seemed like the rain was following me wherever I went. Apparently the pattern didn't continue up 75 to the Arthur K Bolton Boulevard.
Wars and birthdays
I caught ahold of Writer's Almanac as I was flipping across the tops of the waves of the internet and read what happened today in Garrison Keiler's history of civilization. Apparently, Benjamin Franklin had returned to America from Paris, where among his amorous conquests of the French court, he also negotiated the Treaty of Paris with the British. I am sure that it was rather galling to the British to have to go to Paris to negotiate with the Americans over the spoils of the American Revolution. Or the Presbyterian Revolt, as they called it in Parliament. It just goes to show how many irritated Northern Irish or Ulster Irish there were in America at the time. I suppose you also had quite a few discontented English and Welshmen and Scots who took the opportunity to kick butt on their former British betters. I suppose I should place "betters" in quotes.
At any rate, the war had ended; Lord Cornwallis and his hessians and whatnot had returned to England; the Tories had gone off to Canada and Jamaica and Bermuda and the other English possessions in the New World and we were happy to get down to the complicated task of nation-building and constitution-creating. Ben was happy and he said that there is no such thing as a good war or a bad peace.
About one hundred years later, the Spanish American War ended and John Hay, who began as Abraham Lincoln's secretary, was remarking about the wonderful way in which the Spanish American War had ended. Some historians would dispute that, since it began as Cuba's war for Independence and ended with Civil War in the Phillipines and American gangsters in Havana. However, Hay was an old man and hadn't served in the Civil War when he was a young man. Kind of a latter day Dick Cheney.
I suppose I can't speak to harshly, since I didn't serve in the military when I was young man, but it is an easy thing for an old man, who spilt no blood in service to his country as a young man, to commit the youth of his dotage in foreign wars. You may quote me on that.
At any rate, as I was reading this day's Writer's Almanac, it occurred to me to look back in the archives to my 50th birthday in 2006. I found that on my birthday on December 12, 2006, Garrison Keiler and his minions were writing about the birthday of Frank Sinatra and Gustave Flaubert. Two interesting persons born on my birthday. Sinatra, who was the heir to Bing Crosby as crooner to America in the 40's, 50's and 60's. A young man from Hoboken, NJ who dreamed of singing for a living and made quite a living for himself in the end. He also consorted with film stars, musicians and gangsters.
Flaubert, on the other hand, was spared Law School due to his epilepsy, and spent his youth in such debauchery as was available in the streets of Paris and the other capitals of Europe. As a young man, he tried writing and was convinced to write about a young married woman who betrays her husband and ultimately dies, leaving the husband to clean up the mess she left him. The book became his masterpiece and an example of the fall of marriage and morality in Europe at the end of the Nineteenth Century.
Sharing your birthday with Sinatra and Flaubert leaves me with the question as to whether the fields of music and literature have been preempted at this point. Time will tell, I suppose.
At any rate, the war had ended; Lord Cornwallis and his hessians and whatnot had returned to England; the Tories had gone off to Canada and Jamaica and Bermuda and the other English possessions in the New World and we were happy to get down to the complicated task of nation-building and constitution-creating. Ben was happy and he said that there is no such thing as a good war or a bad peace.
About one hundred years later, the Spanish American War ended and John Hay, who began as Abraham Lincoln's secretary, was remarking about the wonderful way in which the Spanish American War had ended. Some historians would dispute that, since it began as Cuba's war for Independence and ended with Civil War in the Phillipines and American gangsters in Havana. However, Hay was an old man and hadn't served in the Civil War when he was a young man. Kind of a latter day Dick Cheney.
I suppose I can't speak to harshly, since I didn't serve in the military when I was young man, but it is an easy thing for an old man, who spilt no blood in service to his country as a young man, to commit the youth of his dotage in foreign wars. You may quote me on that.
At any rate, as I was reading this day's Writer's Almanac, it occurred to me to look back in the archives to my 50th birthday in 2006. I found that on my birthday on December 12, 2006, Garrison Keiler and his minions were writing about the birthday of Frank Sinatra and Gustave Flaubert. Two interesting persons born on my birthday. Sinatra, who was the heir to Bing Crosby as crooner to America in the 40's, 50's and 60's. A young man from Hoboken, NJ who dreamed of singing for a living and made quite a living for himself in the end. He also consorted with film stars, musicians and gangsters.
Flaubert, on the other hand, was spared Law School due to his epilepsy, and spent his youth in such debauchery as was available in the streets of Paris and the other capitals of Europe. As a young man, he tried writing and was convinced to write about a young married woman who betrays her husband and ultimately dies, leaving the husband to clean up the mess she left him. The book became his masterpiece and an example of the fall of marriage and morality in Europe at the end of the Nineteenth Century.
Sharing your birthday with Sinatra and Flaubert leaves me with the question as to whether the fields of music and literature have been preempted at this point. Time will tell, I suppose.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
More humidity
It is raining. It is leaning toward 11:00 and it is raining just like last night. Well, maybe not like last night because it is not as hard. Last night it rained and I woke up the next morning and took my shower and ate some sort of breakfast, not much actually, and hopped in my car and drove to work, where I found that when I exited my car my glasses fogged up immediately with the humidity from the night before and caused me to remove my glasses and walk through the fog caused by a lifetime of nearsightedness. At least until I entered the airconditioned offices. This belies the concept of a good rain shower cooling everything off and creating a nice clear morning.
No, I take that back. It was a nice clear morning, with a special little gift of fog for my glasses. I think tomorrow will follow the same pattern. I get to drive to Zebulon, the last city on the alphabetical list of Georgia cities (not much of a city). Then on to Columbus, then to Knoxville, yes, there is a Knoxville, Georgia, just like there is a Nashville, Georgia, but no Chattanooga or Memphis, Georgia. That would be too much of a coincidence.
Sometime tomorrow, I get to meet with a client and possibly get paid, then make an assessment on another case and possibly work on another criminal case. They get to be fun sometimes.
I always enjoy driving to Columbus. Not enough to want to live there, but it is a nice place to visit. I have always had a sense of place, which allows me to see myself in terms of where I am situated. I can drive my car and see myself travelling across the map. When I travel to Columbus, I see the edge of Georgia, with Alabama just across the Chattahoochee. The Chattahoochee is so shallow and clear. You can see the fish trying to work their ways upriver, but there are too many miniature dams between the fish and Lake Lanier.
It would be a cooler place to live, but somewhat difficult for these fish to navigate. Fish are so hamstrung, if you can use that term for a fish. I don't think they have hams. As a matter of fact, I think I am certain about that.
I think this is the end. For tonight.
No, I take that back. It was a nice clear morning, with a special little gift of fog for my glasses. I think tomorrow will follow the same pattern. I get to drive to Zebulon, the last city on the alphabetical list of Georgia cities (not much of a city). Then on to Columbus, then to Knoxville, yes, there is a Knoxville, Georgia, just like there is a Nashville, Georgia, but no Chattanooga or Memphis, Georgia. That would be too much of a coincidence.
Sometime tomorrow, I get to meet with a client and possibly get paid, then make an assessment on another case and possibly work on another criminal case. They get to be fun sometimes.
I always enjoy driving to Columbus. Not enough to want to live there, but it is a nice place to visit. I have always had a sense of place, which allows me to see myself in terms of where I am situated. I can drive my car and see myself travelling across the map. When I travel to Columbus, I see the edge of Georgia, with Alabama just across the Chattahoochee. The Chattahoochee is so shallow and clear. You can see the fish trying to work their ways upriver, but there are too many miniature dams between the fish and Lake Lanier.
It would be a cooler place to live, but somewhat difficult for these fish to navigate. Fish are so hamstrung, if you can use that term for a fish. I don't think they have hams. As a matter of fact, I think I am certain about that.
I think this is the end. For tonight.
Late or early, depending on your orientation
I had to take the dog out for his evening deposit in the front yard and I knew it would be raining. And it was very dark, a velvet darkness, cut with the diamond streetlights, patterns on the street and driveway, and it was raining heavy and the dog did not seem to care much, but instead, looking over its shoulder at me, dove into the wetness, the wetness he did not appreciate, and found his spot to leave this day's deposit, or rather the next day's deposit, since the clock had run its hands past the twelve into the next track of Tuesday, and he let me offer my bare head to the evening baptism in participation with him, until he decided that the offering was finished and we headed back inside where we could sit with each other and contemplate the hour until it was time to go to sleep, which the dog has accomplished, I think, and I should, but this thing is holding me here on the sofa until I have finished, which at this rate, I don't foresee that moment coming, but it will and I will give in and this early morning will fade into the deep purple, which is appropriate, if not cliche, but as Jimmy Buffett said, "Cliche, good way, to say what you mean, mean what you say." And with that, I will end this communication. I am still working on getting into the swing of this again.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Monday rain
Today was Monday, well, it still is Monday and we experienced heat and humidity and severe rain, a couple of times. Once, when I could see rain blowing like a Noreaster off Cape Cod. Blowing rain straight off the side of the second floor of the house where I practice. Later, the rain came down again when I was at Ingles', buying the ingredients for supper. They were covering displays at Ingles' where the rain was coming through holes in the roof and wetting the displays. Little ladies in white outfits were running around like tall oompa loompas, handling the problems caused by the continuous rain.
I went home and made a red sauce and peeled shrimp and boiled rice, later serving the ultimate Creole/Cajun person in my life, who seemed to like it. The bread from Walmart was pretty good, toasted. Cindy didn't like it when it was just untoasted bread.
I got some things done, but still have things left from today for tomorrow. I am expecting a client to come by and help me finish his case and pay me some money, which would be nice, and different from the recent.
Tomorrow night is the All Star game in Anaheim, and a number of the Braves are in it this year. I hope the Nationals win for the first time in thirteen years. Anaheim would be a good place to have that happen.
If the Eagle screams this week, it might be salvagable. Wednesday I have a closing and its in Columbus, which means I can eat lunch at Country's again and get some good barbecue and some good fresh vegetables. Sweet tea.
And some more rain for summer. I wouldn't mind another cold watermelon in the refrigerator.
You have to watch "Good Guys." Perhaps the funniest show on television, when its summertime. The good old summertime.
I went home and made a red sauce and peeled shrimp and boiled rice, later serving the ultimate Creole/Cajun person in my life, who seemed to like it. The bread from Walmart was pretty good, toasted. Cindy didn't like it when it was just untoasted bread.
I got some things done, but still have things left from today for tomorrow. I am expecting a client to come by and help me finish his case and pay me some money, which would be nice, and different from the recent.
Tomorrow night is the All Star game in Anaheim, and a number of the Braves are in it this year. I hope the Nationals win for the first time in thirteen years. Anaheim would be a good place to have that happen.
If the Eagle screams this week, it might be salvagable. Wednesday I have a closing and its in Columbus, which means I can eat lunch at Country's again and get some good barbecue and some good fresh vegetables. Sweet tea.
And some more rain for summer. I wouldn't mind another cold watermelon in the refrigerator.
You have to watch "Good Guys." Perhaps the funniest show on television, when its summertime. The good old summertime.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Summer means....
I sure would like the Braves to catch the Mets here and end up with a sweep in New York. It would be nice to see a six game lead in the National League East. I was thinking about the Summer. Someone said it seemed like the Summer was almost over. It is true that Summer Football practice will be upon us very soon and when football season begins, I would like to be out there running around beating on folks, but, alas, I am way too old for that these days, I think.
I wonder if I will be able to get Kate to a baseball game again this month. I am afraid it is too hot for Cindy. Maybe I can get down to Macon for a game sometime this month. Hot weather, hot dogs and baseball. Followed by watermelon and air conditioning. That is Summer to me. Of course, a run to the beach would not be bad either with some seafood and a cold beer or two.
I wonder if I will be able to get Kate to a baseball game again this month. I am afraid it is too hot for Cindy. Maybe I can get down to Macon for a game sometime this month. Hot weather, hot dogs and baseball. Followed by watermelon and air conditioning. That is Summer to me. Of course, a run to the beach would not be bad either with some seafood and a cold beer or two.
Early Sunday morning
I can't quantify how much sleep I got last night. Cindy and I were watching television and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up with a rerun from Saturday Night Live and got up, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. I woke up around 7:00 and ate breakfast, watching the last bit of "Arsenic and Old Lace", one of my favorite movies. Now I am catching up on messages on the computer.
The skies are clear and quite blue. It will be warm today and I will need to weed the gardens and water the tomatoes if I am going to be fortunate enough to do something other than yard work. I would like to get Cindy out of the house and somewhere we could go swimming or recreating.
Last weekend we were in Dunwoody for a long weekend and I hope we didn't wear Momma out too much. I don't think she was used to that many houseguest at one time. I did enjoy the opportunity to go swimming and watch baseball and just generally be outside in the summer weather, even if it got pretty hot and humid as the days went by.
Still, the beach or the mountains would be a nice break. Even a trip somewhere different. Just different. It doesn't have to be expensive. Probably couldn't be under the circumstances.
Last Tuesday was nice driving around North Georgia. It was fun, even with the indicia of a down economy being quite evident everywhere.
The skies are clear and quite blue. It will be warm today and I will need to weed the gardens and water the tomatoes if I am going to be fortunate enough to do something other than yard work. I would like to get Cindy out of the house and somewhere we could go swimming or recreating.
Last weekend we were in Dunwoody for a long weekend and I hope we didn't wear Momma out too much. I don't think she was used to that many houseguest at one time. I did enjoy the opportunity to go swimming and watch baseball and just generally be outside in the summer weather, even if it got pretty hot and humid as the days went by.
Still, the beach or the mountains would be a nice break. Even a trip somewhere different. Just different. It doesn't have to be expensive. Probably couldn't be under the circumstances.
Last Tuesday was nice driving around North Georgia. It was fun, even with the indicia of a down economy being quite evident everywhere.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday, middling rain and shine
Today the weather flitted between bright sunshine and humidity and light rain. I found that a mother bird has built a nest in my topsy turvey, so while I try to bring my three cherokee purple tomato plants to fruition, I am now prevented from watering the way I want to because of the danger to the baby birds I can now hear chirping from within the apparatus. This comes as I am finally getting some of the tomatoes to ripen on the vine without developing the rot which has afflicted the first of the ripe fruit. Perhaps my farmer genes are not for naught.
Cindy wasn't feelng very well today. She spent most of the day inside playing card games on the computer. Meanwhile, I was going inside and out, working and finding shelter from the raindrops. It was not a very satisfying Saturday. I did have to go into the office for awhile and made a second trip to Jackson.
I am hopeful that the next few days will be profitable. I am getting tired of these days without any payment from clients. I spent a good part of last week trying to get bills out and work on accounts. It really requires a lot of effort when you have to make up for the failure to get payment up front.
I look forward to the next week. It appears that the refinancing has broken loose. I received three closing in two days. I get to drive to Columbus on Wednesday and probably eat at one of my favorite places on the way back. Perhaps I will be making some trips toward Macon and Warner Robins. Those seem to be popular places to send me.
Perhaps, Sunday will be better.
Cindy wasn't feelng very well today. She spent most of the day inside playing card games on the computer. Meanwhile, I was going inside and out, working and finding shelter from the raindrops. It was not a very satisfying Saturday. I did have to go into the office for awhile and made a second trip to Jackson.
I am hopeful that the next few days will be profitable. I am getting tired of these days without any payment from clients. I spent a good part of last week trying to get bills out and work on accounts. It really requires a lot of effort when you have to make up for the failure to get payment up front.
I look forward to the next week. It appears that the refinancing has broken loose. I received three closing in two days. I get to drive to Columbus on Wednesday and probably eat at one of my favorite places on the way back. Perhaps I will be making some trips toward Macon and Warner Robins. Those seem to be popular places to send me.
Perhaps, Sunday will be better.
Late night in June
I am one month later, plus a couple of days. It is 2:44 in the morning and I have to think about going to sleep soon. Cindy woke up a few minutes ago and asked me what I was doing. She didn't wait around for an answer. She is back in bed. The dog is sleeping at the foot of the bed.
There are reasons why I should be asleep. It is 2:45. I am not getting any more closer to bed. I need to go to bed. It is supposed to be raining tomorrow starting around lunch. Cindy wants me to clean the gutters and I need to finish some things at the office.
Baseball Tonight is being replayed for the second or third time. I know who won last night, including the Braves, the Tigers and the White Sox. Lebron and Chris and Wade are playing in Miami (who cares). Its summer and the game of the season is baseball, until football starts in August.
I was thinking about football the other day. They had the three big football players from the nineties (and I mean big, both literally and figuratively). Marcus Stroud, Orantes Grant, Travis Stroud. Big boys.
But I have been thinking about baseball. And the heat of summer, boy we have had that lately. Kate and I watched the Braves and Tigers, between breaks in the shade to escape the heat and humidity. I think Kate is getting soft. She couldn't take the heat. We drank a lot of fluids and spent a lot of time under cover. The Braves won and the Braves and the Tigers are both in first. Good year.
I have been very disappointed with my tomatoes. Cindy and I bought one of those big topsy turvy setups and I planted three cherokee purples in an effort to get my favorite tomatoes. But lately, the fruit which develops has developed bottom rot and I have been tossing the rotten tomatoes away from the plant. How frustrating.
I guess I don't have much future as a farmer.
I need to see if I can find grandmommie's recipe for blackberry cobbler. The blackberries are prevalent at the grocery and pretty cheap. I think I could make some nice cobbler and maybe sit out on the patio when the sun fades toward the west and eat some buttery blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. That would be nice.
Of course, right now, I have to satisfy myself with cutting some barbecued pork from the bone in the refrigerator, with cold potato salad and a frosty bottle of beer. I am nine hours away from lunch, but can taste it already.
I've got some sleep to catch up on and a number of errands in the morning. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
There are reasons why I should be asleep. It is 2:45. I am not getting any more closer to bed. I need to go to bed. It is supposed to be raining tomorrow starting around lunch. Cindy wants me to clean the gutters and I need to finish some things at the office.
Baseball Tonight is being replayed for the second or third time. I know who won last night, including the Braves, the Tigers and the White Sox. Lebron and Chris and Wade are playing in Miami (who cares). Its summer and the game of the season is baseball, until football starts in August.
I was thinking about football the other day. They had the three big football players from the nineties (and I mean big, both literally and figuratively). Marcus Stroud, Orantes Grant, Travis Stroud. Big boys.
But I have been thinking about baseball. And the heat of summer, boy we have had that lately. Kate and I watched the Braves and Tigers, between breaks in the shade to escape the heat and humidity. I think Kate is getting soft. She couldn't take the heat. We drank a lot of fluids and spent a lot of time under cover. The Braves won and the Braves and the Tigers are both in first. Good year.
I have been very disappointed with my tomatoes. Cindy and I bought one of those big topsy turvy setups and I planted three cherokee purples in an effort to get my favorite tomatoes. But lately, the fruit which develops has developed bottom rot and I have been tossing the rotten tomatoes away from the plant. How frustrating.
I guess I don't have much future as a farmer.
I need to see if I can find grandmommie's recipe for blackberry cobbler. The blackberries are prevalent at the grocery and pretty cheap. I think I could make some nice cobbler and maybe sit out on the patio when the sun fades toward the west and eat some buttery blackberry cobbler with vanilla ice cream. That would be nice.
Of course, right now, I have to satisfy myself with cutting some barbecued pork from the bone in the refrigerator, with cold potato salad and a frosty bottle of beer. I am nine hours away from lunch, but can taste it already.
I've got some sleep to catch up on and a number of errands in the morning. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
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